I Live On Two Streets

In Alex, I live at the corner of two streets.  I have gates to drive in from either street. I have two nature strips to mow and maintain. I have friends living on both streets. My official address is on one of them, but I feel I belong to both.

I noticed this recently and it set me thinking. It is so apt. There are many other such features to me and my life.

Sometimes there is pressure on me to proclaim my loyalty, belonging exclusively to one street, but I cannot. I realise belonging to one is not at the expense of belonging to another – not for me, anyway.

I live at the intersection of two streets,

I belong to both of them.

I live at the intersection of two cultures – Eastern and Western,

I belong to both of them.

I live where love and hate meet,

I live with both of them.

I live where happiness and sorrow meet,

They both belong to me.

I live at the intersection of youth and old age,

I belong to both of them, I am middle-aged.

I live at the intersection of wealth and poverty,

I belong to both.

I live at the intersection of sanity and insanity

I belong to both.

I live at the intersection of the past and the future,

I belong to both of them, in the present.

I live on the street of the living and street of the dying,

I belong to both of them.

For me, the opposite of love is not hate; it is no-love.

The opposite of sorrow is not happiness; it is no-sorrow.

The opposite of living is not dying; it is not-living.

Everything living is dying and everything dying is living, at the same time.

I live at the intersection of two streets,

I belong to both of them.

Copyright  (c) Kannan Narayanamurthy 2012

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